Month: March 2009

  • He was a monster

    I spend a lot of time defending the media. That’s an unpopular position among 90% of police officers. Well I’m not going to defend the S.F. Chroniclehere. Just yesterday the paper decided they needed to report “both” sides of the cop killings in Oakland. In their story, to my great dismay, they did what what lazy or dumb journalists do too often: talk to the criminal’s family to present “both” sides of the story.

    Sometimes there aren’t two sides with the truth lying somewhere in between. It’s up to professional journalists to figure right from wrong. The original story by staff writers Demian Bulwa and Jaxon Van Derbeken reported:

    “He’s not a monster,” said his sister, 24-year-old Enjoli Mixon, who said her 4-year-old daughter’s bedroom in a small apartment on 74th Avenue was the scene of much of the bloodshed. It was there, police said, where Mixon fired through a closet wall at a team of SWAT officers, who then shot and killed him. “I don’t want people to think he’s a monster. He’s just not. He’s just not.”

    “We’re crushed that this happened,” added the gunman’s grandmother, Mary Mixon. “Our hearts and prayers go out to the officers’ families. … This shouldn’t have happened.”

    His family said that while he was behind bars, Mixon married his childhood girlfriend, Amara Langston, and worked briefly as a janitor in Hayward once he got out. He was most recently released from prison in November, his family said.

    Then, about three weeks ago, Mixon skipped a home visit from his parole officer, his family said. Mixon’s grandmother said he had gotten angry at his parole officer because the agent had missed earlier appointments.

    Mary Mixon recalled that her grandson said at one point that he was even willing to go back to prison as a way to get a new parole officer. She said, she did not know where her grandson had been staying for the past few weeks.

    Mixon was having a phone conversation with his uncle, Curtis Mixon, just before the first shooting. “He said, ‘The police just pulled up behind me. Let’s see what’s going on. I’ll hit you back.’”

    Curtis Mixon said, “He never hit me back.”

    Wow. Poor guy finally getting his life together after some bad breaks. Then he just flips.

    Of course that’s not the case. It turns out he isa monster.

    In the reporters’ defense, they’ve redeemed themselves somewhat with some good follow up stories. Jaxon Van Derbeken notes that Lovelle Mixon had been linked by DNA to a rape earlier this year.

    Mixon’s DNA was on file because of his conviction in 2002 for assault with a deadly weapon in an attempted carjacking in San Francisco, for which he served six years in prison.

    Oakland police had also considered Mixon a suspect in the December 2007 slaying of Ramon Stevens, 42, who was shot and killed on the street near the corner of 86th Avenue and International Boulevard. Mixon was detained on a parole violation in February 2008, but homicide investigators could not make a case.

    The victim’s sister said a witness had told her Mixon was the killer, authorities said. But Assistant District Attorney Tom Rogers said Monday that the witness did not want to cooperate, and Mixon was freed in November.

    In March 2002, Mixon and two other attackers tried to carjack a truck, fired a shot and pistol-whipped the driver on Mission Street near Sixth Street in San Francisco.

    In a sentencing report, San Francisco probation officer Yvonne Williams wrote that Mixon’s juvenile record was that of a “cold-hearted individual who does not have any regard for human life.” She said state prison was the only way to “to rein in this man’s proclivity for violence.”

    Demian Bulwa did a much better job following up with this story filled with interesting details about ghetto life:

    “We’ve got to remove the word ‘snitch’ from our vocabulary,” said the woman, who asked not to be identified because she fears retaliation.

    The woman said she was hesitant at first to be seen in public telling officers what she knew…. Finally, the woman said, she found an opportunity to give her information to an officer she recognized.

    She said she has been in trouble with the law in the past, but that on Saturday, “I wish I would have been a police officer.”

    Outside the apartment that SWAT officers stormed, a memorial for Mixon had flowers, candles and balloons. Notes read, “RIP Vell,” ” Money$” and “We gone miss u big cuzn.” A plainclothes police officer went up to it at one point, stared at it for a second and then walked away, shaking his head.

    Activists handed out flyers that invited people to a rally where they would “uphold the resistance” of “Brother Lovelle Mixon.”

    Many people rejected that sentiment, saying they were touched that officers had given their lives protecting others. They said they didn’t understand why some were defending Mixon.

    Police nailed a piece of plywood over the doorway of Mixon’s sister’s apartment early Monday morning, sealing it off. But curious neighbors pried it open and went inside to look around – infuriating Enjoli Mixon, who showed up later.

    One neighbor, who admitted he yanked open the plywood and went inside, said he counted more than a dozen bullet holes in the walls inside the apartment. There was blood in every room, he said. The hallway outside was also scarred by apparent bullet ricochets.

    Asked why he had gone into someone else’s home, the man said, “I wanted to see if it was an overkill.”

  • Smart Cop

    I love smart cops. And I love cops than can write. After all, a lot of policing is about what you can articulate in writing. Here’s an op-ed in the New York Daily News from NYPD Captain Brandon del Pozo. He’s smarter than your average bear.

    The bailout: What would cops and firefighters do to save the economy?

    If companies like AIG could somehow be fixed by cops and firefighters, we’d be in much better shape. When terrorists attacked New York City on 9/11, cops and firefighters worked around the clock, in dangerous conditions, with no days off. Afterwards, many of them enlisted in the military and fought overseas to keep their nation secure. The need for self-sacrifice was obvious and they did not hesitate to do what was asked of them.

    If a fire department accidentally set an occupied building on fire, you’d see its men and women working to put that fire out, ashamed and maybe working for free. The idea of demanding a huge bonus to correct their own mistake would seem vulgar to them.

    Execs returning lavish pay they don’t deserve is a good one, and we should take it as a first step toward getting their moral bearings back.

    Read the whole piece here.

  • The Failure of Juvie Homes

    The story in the LA Times:

    Most children who enter group probation homes in Los Angeles County remain in lives of crime and drugs years later, according to a new Rand Corp. study.

    The think tank’s researchers began tracking nearly 450 youths who entered group homes in 1999 and 2000. The final survey, taken in 2007, located 395 of the original participants and found that 66% said they had done something illegal, other than using alcohol or drugs, in the previous year.

    Thirty-seven percent reported being arrested within the previous year, and 25% had been in jail or prison every day for the previous 90 days. Female participants were less likely than male respondents to report recent criminal behavior.

    “This was perhaps the most startling finding. Twelve of the 395 respondents were dead when we went looking for them, most of them due to gunshot wounds,” Ramchand said.

    Robert Taylor, who heads Los Angeles County’s probation department, said in a statement to The Times: “We know that some group homes do not provide the kinds of services this population needs, and that is why there are fewer group homes today than there were when this population was in group homes 10 years ago.”

  • Save our Prison? Shame!

    “This is a major impact on a small community,” said Paul Lashway, a Norwich resident and prison guard at Camp Pharsalia for the past 10 years. He is also a steward for the local corrections officers’ union. “I thought we were trying to save jobs,” he said. “Here, they’re trying to take ’em.”

    Here’s the story in the Washington Post.

    I’ve said it before: prison guards don’t get a say in sentencing reform. Prisons are needed to keep dangerous people away from non-criminals. That’s it. Talking about prisons as any form of economic boost to the community is immoral.

    The purpose of prisons is not to provide jobs. I don’t want to pay poor white people to lock up poor black people. Prisons only make prisoners worse. There’s got to be a better way.

  • Drug Cartel Violence Spills Into U.S. From Mexico

    Drug Cartel Violence Spills Into U.S. From Mexico

    Surprised? You shouldn’t be. It’s just another sign of the failure of the drug war. What’s our exit strategy?

    Here’s the story in the New York Times.

  • Gangsta Rap, Yo-Boys, and B-more.

    So I’m trying to write and Schoolly-D’s “A Gangster Story” comes on. I hear him say “B-more” and “yo-boy” and perk up.

    I’ve always liked slang and wondered about the term “yo-boy” because it’s so common in Baltimore’s ‘hood but I’ve never heard it outside of Baltimore (what’s a “yo-boy?” You gotta read my book. You have, right? If not, here’s a useful link to Amazon.com so you can buy Cop in the Hood). According to Schoolly, “yo-boy” was known to him in Philadelphia and used at least as far back as 1985. And yes, surprisingly(?) gangsta rap owes a bit of its existence to Charm City.

    Get schooled by Schoolly:

    I think it’s about time that we discuss, know what I’m saying, gangsta rap. The true story of gangsta rap, where it come from, actually. Settle down now. Roll up something. This is how it went, you know:

    Back in 1985 I made this song called PSK, right? That’s a bad mother fucker, know what I’m saying. Am now, too. Shiit.

    You know, I mean, this reporter fromSpinMagazine, right? He was doing this article on these little young gangstas down in B-more, you know what I mean, called the yo-boys. So, you know, he drove down there for the weekend to do this little piece.

    But all weekend long, and shit, right, they kept playing this song: “Boom Platt Boom Platt Boom Platt.” Right? Know what I’m saying? … All weekend long. What the fuck was that song? They was like, what? That was my man, Schoolly D, up there in Phili, man, shit, nigger (you know how a nigger says, talking shit).

    He goes back up to New York City and he’s doing this story. And he still can’t get this song out his head and shit. “Boom Platt Boom Platt.”

    So he starts thinking it, right, you know: Pistols, cheeba, cars, gold, bitches, fast money, the fast life. That was that that gangsta life and shit, man. Shit. Know what I’m saying? Ganstas, gangtsa music, rap. He put all that shit together and came up with the term “Gangsta Rap.”

    So, you know what I mean, that was when we first heard gangsta rap from that song PSK I did in ’85. And it’s still alive today.

    I’ve figured out that that Spinarticle is the 1986 piece by Barry Michael Cooper, “In Cold Blood: The Baltimore Teen Murders.”

    I hadn’t heard of Mr. Cooper. I should have. He’s still active and lives in Baltimore. Here’s a interesting interview of Barry Michael Cooper where he explains, among other things, how “crack made hip-hop very corporate.”

    Anybody got a copy of that Spin article I can read?

  • Shoe-Leather Research

    It’s a lazy journalist and an incompetent academic who writes a story based on the anecdotes of cab drivers, bartenders, and shoe shiners. But…

    I was getting my shoes shined Friday afternoon in Baltimore’s Penn Station and the shoe shiner and I were chatting. He was a black man, a bit older than me. Baltimore born and bred. West Side.

    Snowing in New York, I said. Crazy.

    He has family upstate.

    No, New York City.

    Snowing in the city? Crazy. Upstate is one thing.

    Pretty bleak upstate.

    Too quiet there, he said. I’m a city man.

    Me too.

    He quoted something out of the Bible. Kind of lost me there.

    I asked him if things were getting better or worse in Baltimore.

    “You want what you want to hear or you want me to be honest?” He looked me in the eyes and said the truth: “It’s the same as it ever was.”

    He mentioned that he had a few other stands in other locations, too. But it wasn’t easy to expand his business.

    “Why?” I asked, thinking of the poor economy.

    “I can’t find any workers.”

    “Really? But there’s lots of guys standing on the corner.” This was a leading question because I knew the answer.

    “Yeah,” he said, “But of them kids have any work ethic.”

    All he wanted was somebody willing to show up on time every day and work. And he couldn’t find it.

    I mentioned that you won’t get rich shining shoes, but it’s honest work. My grandfather shined shoes. His grandfather taught him the value of honest work. Honest work. “That it is,” he said, “and it keeps the lights from flickering. Know what I mean? It pays the bills.”

  • The Wire’s Realism

    One of the issues that came up in Baltimore at the conference I was at is the realism of The Wire.

    I say The Wireis about 75% – 80% realistic. Not 100%. But 74% ain’t bad. And being “real” three out of four times is still about three times more realistic than any other cop show ever made.

    But I’m judging The Wirefrom the perspective of a Baltimore Police Officer. And a former officer at that. So I loved it. But is it real? Well, from a police perspective, mostly. But I always wondered if The Wireis realistic from the drug dealers’ perspective? I don’t know. I’m not a gangsta. And neither, for that matter, were any of the writers.

    Sure the guys on the corner looked real to me. That’s how they look from the window of a police car. But what about from dealers’ perspective? What do theythink of The Wire. Sudhir Venkateshasked them.

    He wrote about it for his blog. I didn’t read it at the time because I didn’t watch The Wire till it came out in DVD. I didn’t want anything spoiled. Then I forgot about Venkatesh’s blog.

    I still haven’t read all nine posts yet.

    [spoiler alert, but not for Season Five of The Wire but instead for those who want to read Venkatesh’s postings from the beginning.]

    If you want to cut the chase, here’s the last post:

    The Thugs informed me that they werenotinterested in watching the last 2 episodes of season 5 ofThe Wire….

    “We’ve seen this s–t already,” Shine told me. “This is fun if you work all day behind a desk, or you’re sitting in some suburb. But for us, it’s like watching somebody make a movie about you — someone who doesn’t really know all that much about your life.”

    It reminds of how when I was a cop the joy was taken from two of my favorite TV shows: COPSand Jerry Springer.COPSbecame a superficial portray of police work, often done very poorly. The Jerry Springerset was actually a very realist. Those people acting stupid and fighting? Yep. That’s what police deal with most of the time. Both shows reminded me too much of work.

  • The Wire: The Conference

    Anybody want to hear people talk about The Wire? In Leeds. The UK. You know, where the Queen hangs out.

    It’s in November. I’ll be there. ‘Ello Leeds!

    Here’s the call for papers.

  • Back from Baltimore

    I just got back from a conference (the Eastern Sociological Society) in Baltimore. It was well organized and all three sessions were quite interesting. I got to meet old friends and new. My two contributions were speaking on a panel about the Baltimore Ghetto and also having the privilege of being the discussant for a panel on “The Wire” featuring (among others) William J. Wilson and Sudhir Venkatesh.

    After lunch at Faidley’s I joined a tour of the “Real Baltimore” and it went through the Eastern (yes, it was a classic “slumming” tour). The Eastern looks the same as it always was… but emptier. That’s strange, because it always looked pretty empty.

    But I’m thinking that since I was there (2001) the Eastern has probably lost about 1/4 to 1/3 of its population. [update: though one man was shotin the morning and another stabbedprobably about 15 minutes after we rolled by the location.]

    Baltimore overall is looking pretty good. It’s a great place to visit… It’s amazing how that whole new area between the harbor and Fells Point has just sprung up from nothing so quickly.